Rhinos have misgivings every so often. It’s true.
Doubt makes a poor bedfellow. Doubt does not share the pillow or the blanket; it takes over.
Sleepless nights are far from the worst of it.
Rhinos are fond of the board game Snakes and Ladders, also called Chutes and Ladders, etc. The idea is We go forward and have opportunities of a surprising nature, or step on a snake and slip backwards and try again.
Echoing the Rhino Life Experience, there are no guarantees, just experiences which work out one way or another.
We are showing dice, but there are only three numbers on them, 2 sets. Rhinos can’t count above that, so We make do. Rhinos hang tough.
Nature presents Rhinos with many mysteries, each with answers that seem logical, but which don’t entirely satisfy.
For instance, are small rocks growing into big rocks, as young Rhinos do? Or, are the big rocks jumping apart and making small rocks? Rocks do not reveal their inner secrets much, at least to Us.
50 million years and We are still hazy on this point. Maybe the rock’s business is not our business.
Sometimes events make Us feel that Hope and Enthusiasm are pointless. Obviously to any Rhino, this is nonsense. We restrict ourselves. We are not prisoners of events. We are prisoners when we accept ourselves as capable of limitation.
Nature has not created Us Rhinos with a taste for restriction.
We just need to get on with our Business.
Rhinos don’t actually write request letters, it’s true.
But We can wish that We had more Sympathetic Understanding for those with whom We disagree. Any help We can get along those lines is welcome. If Santa has Fellow Feeling in a capsule, We’d like as much as can be spared.
In this holiday season and in the years to come, Rhinos aspire to Harmony when and where We can accomplish it.

Everyone makes mistakes or embraces disappointment along Life’s Highway. Some of these encounters leave lasting scars, others heal in the fullness of time.
Every Rhino is shackled to troubling memories, and each memory has its own curious characteristics; no two regrets are the same. They come in different shapes and sizes, but they all know how to gnaw your ankles.
Ultimately, Rhinos can’t go back and fix things. It’s Too Bad.